Black Poetry : Space and Time

Space and time
Always searching for both
Space and time needed
For emotional and spiritual growth
Space for the room to explore it all
Time to recover from an unsuspecting fall

Needing space
Needing time
But neither one is guaranteed
To give the space and time we need

Space and time
Two of life’s constants
Used to get through most any situation
Love and understanding
Healing and relaxation

We want to believe
That space and time
Will clear up issues in our hearts and minds
But oh how quickly we run out of space
The issues grow larger, we run out of time
Deeper we go, falling further behind

So many questions
Outnumbering the answers
We hope, we pray
We look for some sign
Will there ever be enough space
Will there ever be enough time

our searching brings us back to square one; and we see realities and inevitabilites in the stark light of day...but time and space is what might be necessary to bring us back-to-face those truths, once again...and provides us with the strength to carry on.
thank you for your wisdom

or twice I needed room for meditation, and if I remember correctly, each time I came back with surprising revelations. I remember asking if I'd taken too much time, demanded too much space. Silence was my answer. Dead. Final.